Claudio Villa "Munasterio 'e Santa Chiara" lyrics

Munasterio 'e Santa Chiara

Dimane? Ma vurria partì stasera!Luntano, no, nun ce resisto cchiù!Dice che c'è rimasto sulo 'o mare,Ch'è 'o stesso 'e primma, chillu mare blu.

Munasterio 'e Santa Chiara,Tengo 'o core scuro, scuro.Ma pecché, pecché ogne seraPenzo a Napule comm'era?Penzo a Napule comm'è?

Funtanella 'e Capemonte,Chistu core mme se schianta,Quanno sento 'e dì d' 'a ggenteCa s'è fatto malamente'Stu paese, ma pecché?

No, nun è overo!No, nun ce crero!E moro pe' 'sta smania 'e turnà a NapuleMa ch'aggi' 'a fà?Mme fa paura 'e ce turnà.~ ~Paura?.. Sì... Si fosse tutto overo?Si 'a ggente avesse ditto 'a verità?Tutt' 'a ricchezza 'e Napule era 'o core.Dice c'ha perzo pure chillu llà.~ ~Funtanella 'e Capemonte,Chistu core mme se schianta,Quanno sento 'e dì d' 'a ggenteCa s'è fatto malamente'Stu paese, ma pecché?

No, nun è overo!No, nun ce crero!E moro pe' 'sta smania 'e turnà a NapuleMa ch'aggi' 'a fà?Mme fa paura 'e ce turnà.~ ~Ma pecché, pecché ogne seraPenzo a Napule comm'era?Penzo a Napule comm'è?

Nunnery of Santa Chiara

Tomorrow? But I'd like to go this evening!So far, no, I can't endure anymore!They say that only the sea is remainedAnd it's the same like before, the blue sea.

Nunnery of Santa Chiara,In my heart there's a darkness.But why, why every eveningDo I think of Naples: what's happened with it?Do I think of Naples: what's it now?

Fountain of Capodimonte,My heart is breakingWhen I hear from the peopleThat has become terribleMy land, but why?

No, it's not true!No, I don't believe it!I die of the wish to coming back to NaplesBut what shall I do?I'm afraid of coming back there.

Fear?.. Yes... If is it true?If the people had told the truth?All wealth of Naples was the heartinessBut they say that it's lost also.

Fountain of Capodimonte,My heart is breakingWhen I hear from the peopleThat has become terribleMy land, but why?

No, it's not true!No, I don't believe it!I die of the wish to coming back to NaplesBut what shall I do?I'm afraid of coming back there.

But why, why every eveningDo I think of Naples: what's happened with it?Do I think of Naples: what's it now?